Kratos exchanged a blow with Georgiadi Hadrian. Though the impact left both his hands numb, he steadied himself, let out a long howl, and threw himself back into the counterattack.
Known as the Mountain of Light, Kratos was one of only two among the Five Great Powers who had relied on their own cultivation to catch up with the Empire's Three Great Prodigies of old. If not for Old Count Brittany being simply too breathtakingly gifted...
Well, above Brittany stood Zimmerman, someone even more breathtakingly gifted.
And later came rising talents like Antonio.
The especially outstanding kind of outstanding!
It was not just Kratos. Even someone as crazed as Midafis Axel had been suppressed until not a trace of his brilliance remained.
In any other era, whether Kratos or Midafis, either would have been a figure of towering renown.
But they had been born in the wrong age.
Kratos felt the inexhaustible power surging through his body, the vast energy supplied by the Holy Light Divine Kingdom. He thought of nothing else now. He only wanted to defeat the opponent before him, defeat this terrifying enemy, defeat the man who could rival Brittany and whose reputation had, in recent times, even surpassed Zimmerman's.
After defeating Viscount Constantine, Georgiadi Hadrian's momentum had built to its peak. He was confident that he could defeat any opponent, even an enemy who had somehow brought a Legendary Warship onto land.
Other than them, the most eye-catching figure on the battlefield was Black Dragon. He had already slain three Saint Ranks and was now entangled with two Saint Ranks of the same level. Yet the old Lizardman was utterly fearless. He even deliberately led the battle as he darted wildly in other directions, constantly building his advantage and slowly changing the course of the fight.